A lone mansion was standing in the midst of a dense, dark forest. The dim lights of the lanterns hanging on the porch shone weakly, illuminating a ghost of a path that once led to what must have been a magnificent mansion back in its heydays. Even with fire burning brightly in the grate, the place had that unmistakable air of neglect, and no matter how bright the fire burns, one couldn't quite shake off the feeling of being chilled to the bones when they are near the mansion.

With dusk fast approaching, people in the nearby villages hurried home after a hard day's work, eager to go home to warm dinners and the arms of their loved ones. No one dared loiter near the forest after the sun dips below the horizon and the fogs began to creep around the forest, not if they had valued their lives. Every once in a while, there would be foolish boys who wandered too far into the forest, too late into the night. And as rumours have it, they were never found again.

Beyond the fog, a tall figure emerged. Cloaked in darkness, the figure seemed to glide towards the mansion as the cold damp air softened the dried leaves on the forest floor, cushioning all sounds of the figure's footfalls. As the figure stood at the doorsteps of the mansion, his eyes seemed to glow red as he chanted something in a foreign tongue. The mansion started to shake and tremble as if hit by a sudden earthquake as the figure's chanting got more and more intense. Then, just as abrupt as it had started, the trembling ceased to a complete standstill. It was as if nothing had ever happened. The figure turned his back on the mansion and retreated back into the thick swirling fog.